by Tara Shade
I bobbed my head faster and faster, gobbling up his cock and swirling my tongue around his shaft, savoring the taste of his hungry flesh.
“Oh, shit…” he moaned. “This is so fucking good…”
And then he was cumming. His hot seed spilled out of his cock, spraying into my mouth, down my throat. I drank it all up obediently, swallowing his salty seed, a trail of cum dribbling out of my mouth as his cock twitched and pumped inside of my mouth. I loved the feeling of his hot, fleshy shaft pulsing inside my mouth: the way I felt his cock shoot out, the way his shaft throbbed and swelled right before the moment of release. The way I could feel his seed slide from his balls up his shaft right to the point of it flooding my mouth.
“That was incredible,” he sighed as I pulled off his cock, wiping the cum off my lips and licking my fingers. God, I wished I had been doing this for the last few years. What had I been doing with my life? What had I let them force me to do with my life?
Now, he threw me onto the bed. In an instant, my clothes were off—I couldn’t tell you exactly how that happened but he all but ripped them off, discarding them in a pile in the corner. I was naked before him, as I had been before, but I wasn’t ashamed this time. Out of habit, I started to cover myself but I caught myself, stopped myself. I forced my own arms away from my breasts and spread my legs a little bit, showing him everything. I was willing to be naked before him. I wanted to be naked before him.
“Wow,” I heard him whisper softly. He took one of my nipples in his mouth as he began to stroke me between my thighs, starting down by my knee and running up along the soft, sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. I sighed, stroking his hair and whimpering as his hand came closer and closer to my aching, throbbing pussy. I was incredibly wet, and sitting on the motorcycle for twenty minutes definitely hadn’t helped matters.
Finally, his fingers grazed my pussy lips. I yelped in delight, my hips bucking as he got close.
“Oh, someone sure is sensitive,” he said with a chuckle before going back to teasing my throbbing nipple with his tongue. I batted his head playfully.
“I don’t exactly get serviced down there all that often.”
“And who’s fault is that?”
“Mine. I should have come with you, Finn. I know I should have.”
“You’re here now,” he whispered before kissing down my belly, planting a hot, hungry kiss on my belly button before descending to my pussy.
He began by kissing all around my sensitive thighs, my own sighs complementing the sucking slurps and puckering sounds of his kisses. I sighed in delight, my pussy aching to be touching and licked and kissed all over. This, this was something I had never experienced, even though my girlfriends in high school had raved about it. The boy who took my virginity back then hadn’t known what he was doing and seemed to think I should have been wracked with orgasmic delight just from his awkward pawing at my clitoris.
But Finn clearly knew what he was doing. He knew how to tease me, how to raise me up to levels of excitement and delicious frustration I had never experienced before. He kissed all the way down my inner thighs, suckling at the soft, needy skin, leaving little love bites in his wake as he moved back up towards my leaking pussy. God, but how I wanted to be a sinner. God, how I wanted his tongue on my pussy…
“Please…. Finn, please…” I moaned pathetically, reaching one hand to my tits to grip my hard nipples and pressing the other down on his head, moving him closer and closer to my aching hole.
“Please what?”
Oh, god, he was going to make me say it.
“Lick me,” I murmured. “Please.”
“What was that?” he asked, looking up, a bemused expression on his face. “I didn’t quite hear you. Could you repeat that? And enunciate, please.”
I scowled in mock frustration and in very real desire.
“Lick me!” I growled. “Fucking eat me out!”
He grinned.
“That’s a good girl. I like a dirty nun.”
And now, he was licking me! He dipped his tongue into my aching wetness, slurping up, up, up from my wet hole to my clit. My clit throbbed for him as his tongue swirled around it. I sighed, groaning in delight as he set off waves of pleasure, explosions of ecstasy in my belly. He slid a finger inside of me, making a “come hither” motion that rubbed deliciously against the walls of my pussy as he licked my clit, slurping noisily and happily, like a dog drinking water after running around and playing all day.
“Oh, god, please, more, more, more!” I moaned, my hands gripping his hair tightly, my whimpers only growing louder and more needy as he slurped away. Finally, I felt myself growing close. I was going to cum and I wanted to cum hard for him.
“Oh, god, Finn, I’m cumming!” I moaned as I went over the edge, squealing and screaming, pressing his face into my hot, aching pussy as I exploded in pleasure. He dutifully slurped my juices up as my body convulsed, my hips bucking and throbbing hungrily under his mouth.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispered as I came down from my orgasm. “That’s a good nun.”
Now, he pulled me up onto my hands and knees. I felt his cock pressing into me from behind. I braced myself but nothing could have prepared me for the hot delight that accompanied the penetration. I gasped. It had only been six weeks since we had last been together, since he had last been inside of me, but it felt like a lifetime. I moaned and gripped my own tits as he drove himself deep into me.
“Fuck, you still feel like a virgin,” he moaned as he buried himself inside of me, up to the hilt.
“This is only my third time having sex,” I reminded him, whimpering as I felt my pussy tighten around him, massaging his cock, massaging his hard, throbbing shaft.
Now he began to ride me hard, pounding me, slamming his cock into me. The sex was rough and passionate. He bit me hard, sinking his teeth into my aching flesh as he took me from behind. I felt so naughty, like a common street whore… And I loved it. I loved the feeling of being taken from behind. And he only made me feel naughtier with his whispering.
“That’s it, Marie. You’re a good little sister. You love to get fucked now, don’t you?” he hiss in my ear, nibbling on my earlobe as his cock probed my wet, throbbing depths. “You’re going to be my bad girl from now on, aren’t you?”
I whimpered and could only nod, yes, yes, yes. I wanted to be a bad girl. I wanted to be his bad girl.
He slapped my ass hard as he pounded my young, mostly unused pussy, and I yelped in pain and delight. Pain and pleasure in equal measure was not something I was used to but I decided immediately that I liked it.
“That’s it,” I whined. “I’m your bad girl. Spank me.”
“What was that?” he asked teasingly, sliding his hand over my throbbing ass.
“Spank me!” I screamed, loud enough, probably, that the other guests in the motel could hear me. But I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything in the world except Finn and what he was doing to me: how he was fucking me, how he was spanking me, how he was making me his. I groaned and yelped and squealed as he laid into me, spanking my soft ass, leaving deliciously throbbing red welts in the shape of his hand.
Each time he spanked me, my pussy throbbed around his cock. I groaned with delight and moaned harder and harder, finding myself getting closer and closer to my end.
“Fuck,” Finn murmured. I could feel him throbbing and pulsing inside of me. It looked like I wasn’t the only one getting close.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I moaned along with him as I felt myself begin to cum, my hips bucking against his, trying to milk his cock as I came, trying to take him deeper and deeper inside of me. Finally, I felt his own cock start to cum, start to pulse inside of me. He swelled and expanded inside of my tightness, my wet core trying its best to suck down his cum as it spilled out of his cock. I felt like he was injecting me with his seed and I could only moan, reaching back to spread my ass cheeks and allow his cock to invade me even more deeply, delivering his seed even dee
per into my womb, into my wet depths.
Finally, he pulled out of me with an audible pop. I sighed and collapsed on the bed, cum dribbling out of my pussy. He collapsed next to me. He reached for the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand and lit up, even though the sign on our room’s wall clearly prohibited smoking.
“That was amazing,” I whispered, cuddling close to him. I nuzzled my face into the crook of him arm as he took long, slow drags on his cigarette. “You weren’t really going to shoot me?”
“I thought about it,” Finn said casually. I gave him a look of horror and he chuckled softly. “No, no, I wasn’t. I’m kidding. Chill out.”
He handed the cigarette to me and I took a long drag took. It had been years since I’d had a cigarette and I coughed, choking on the hot smoke gagging my throat.
“It’s an acquired taste, sister,” Finn said with a soft laugh.
We kissed again and he let the smoke from his mouth drift into mine.
It was then that we heard something outside. Finn’s left eyebrow drifted up and we both looked at the door. We heard voices outside.
“It’s probably nothing,” Finn muttered. “But still…” He clicked the lights off and the motel room was plunged into darkness.
Then, we heard someone tinkering with the door.
“Shit,” grunted Finn. “The gun. Where did you put the gun?”
“Fuck, I don’t remember…” I whispered back, panicking. “On the floor somewhere. I don’t remember.”
“We gotta’ find it.”
I rolled off the bed and started looking around frantically in the dark, my fingers scraping through the cheap carpet as I hunted for the pistol.
Suddenly, the door burst open. There was a second of stillness as the light from the parking lot outside spilled into the room. Finn immediately rolled off the bed, landing beside me.
And it was good that he did, because moments later, gunfire filled the room.
“Shit!” Finn yelled. “Marie, the gun!”
Finally, I found it. My fingers closed around the hard metal stock. I picked it up, savoring its weight in my hand. It somehow felt… Natural. Without thinking, I leveled the barrel of the gun directly at the door to the motel. There was a pause in the gunfire—the intruders must have stopped to reload. I unleashed hell, squeezing the trigger over and over again, not really aiming at anything but just trying to spray as much gunfire at our attackers as possible. I squeezed my eyes shut, said a silent prayer, and the gun jerked in my hands.
When I opened my eyes, our attackers lay in a bloody heap in the doorway. Finn clicked on the lights once more and a grisly scene greeted our eyes. I let out a strangled cry and looked away.
“That was some good shooting, sister,” Finn muttered, leaping over the bed and grabbing his pants. They were on in a second and before he even bothered to tighten his belt, he was combing through the bodies, picking guns, knives, and ammo off the corpses. “I knew I liked you.”
“I… I just killed someone.”
“Three someones, actually. Including the assholes who shot me last week so, thanks for that.”
My trembling hands dropped the gun. Finn came over, picked it up, and stuck it back in my hands.
“Get dressed,” he ordered. “We have to be gone about thirty seconds ago, sister. They’ll have called the cops by now and we have to be on the road.”
I nodded, totally numb. I pulled on my clothes, stored the gun in my day bag, and pulled my shoes on while Finn dug through a bag brought by the other bikers.
“Here we go,” he mumbled. “This is what I’m talking about.”
It was a can of red spray paint. He stood on the bed and sprayed the words “THE DAMNED” on the wall of our room.
“So they know who did it. The Damned will rise again, starting here, starting now,” he declared. Shivers went down my spine. Even though Finn’s pants were still unbuckled, he looked like a real leader in that moment, as though he were a general addressing his troops.
We high-tailed it out of the motel and into the parking lot. The three bikes that had belonged to the dead men sat, still warm, parked next to Finn’s.
“I wish we could steal one of these for you,” he said, tossing me my helmet. “But you’ll have to learn to ride first before you can steal a bike.”
“Learn to ride?” I asked, my eyes wide. Finn laughed.
“Yeah, of course. You’re one of us now. You’re not a liability anymore because you killed the only suckers who saw us together. You’re stone cold, sister, and they’re going to want you in the club.”
My chest seemed to fill with delight. I had butterflies in my stomach. This felt so right. This felt like a place I could belong. A place with Finn. A place where we could be free together.
“That’s right, honey,” Finn said, climbing atop his bike and revving it to life. He looked back at me, a grin peaking out from under his helmet. “Whether you like it or not, you’re one of the Damned now.”
With that, I climbed onto his bike with him. I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist, my hands right where he had been wounded not too long ago. With sirens in the distance, we took off, charging down the street and onto the highway, into our shared future.
Look for more of Marie and Finn’s adventures coming soon! If you enjoyed this sexy tale of motorcycles and romance, then you’ll love Born to Ride (Amazon and Barnes and Noble) and Motorcycles, Werewolves, and Curves (Amazon and Barnes and Noble)—also by Tara Shade! Enjoy the excerpts below!
Born to Ride
Blade nodded to the parking lot outside. There was another biker leaning against a bike and reading a porno magazine which I recognized as one we carried—as one I peeked at occasionally when no one was around and when I was bored.
It was only then that I understood what was about to happen. That was a marked man. Blade was going to kill that man.
“Wait at least two minutes before you call the cops, all right, darling?” he said, his voice husky. I nodded dumbly. He winked at me and in a quick, swift motion, sliced through two of the buttons on my blouse, letting my breasts tumble out, revealing my flesh to him. I blushed and tried as best I could to cover my cleavage.
“That’s a good look for you,” he growled. “You should thank me. You’ll sell more crap if you come to work dressed like that.”
And with that, he walked out of my store, taking the cigarettes and the bear and leaving the snacks. I watched as he approached the other biker.
This man was blonde, heavily tattooed, wearing a denim vest. He was skinny and almost looked like he might be sickly. He had a wispy blonde goatee and moustache that sickened me for some reason, though I couldn’t explain why…
Suddenly, I knew that this man had to die. I couldn’t explain it at the time but I knew that Blade was right in killing this man, that there would be justice here, somewhere. I didn’t understand it, but I wanted this man to die and I wanted Blade to do it.
Werewolves, Motorcycles, and Curves
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he said smoothly, sliding his arms around my waist and pulling me close, his long, hardening rod pressing against my wet thighs, and my boobs, slick with water and my nipples already hard, pressing against his chest. He pulled me close and tight, so that even my belly pressed against his strong stomach. I wanted this so badly and here, here it was.
“Not at all,” I murmured. I stood up on my tip-toes and his mouth swooped in, capturing my lips. It was the greatest kiss of my life, the one that still keeps me awake at night. Although he was a human now, he kissed ravenously, like a wolf. I felt like my lips were his prey and here he was, scavenging my flesh for sustenance, devouring my soft, pink lips as if he had just hunted them, just killed them, and now, god, his teeth and tongue were dividing and conquering, only instead of a poor forest deer, it was me—I was his prey. He was devouring me with his kiss and there was nothing I wanted more than to be devoured.
He kissed down my neck, his strong lips sucking a
nd leaving marks. I didn’t even care. I felt in that moment that I was his now and I wanted those marks on me, as if proof that I belonged to him—that he was my mate, the alpha male of my pack.
Now his lips raked over my collarbone, sending shockwaves of delight rippling throughout my body. So, this is what it felt like to be claimed by a wolf, I remember thinking, running my fingers over his back, savoring the feeling of his hot skin beneath the hot water, letting the water run through my fingers as I pressed into his muscles, letting soft, pleasurable gasps escape from my lips as he touched me and as I touched him.
“I want you,” I whispered desperately, passionately, hoping he would feel the need emanating from me. “I have no idea what’s going on but I want you more than I’ve wanted anything in my entire life.”